Lansbury plays imperious Atlantan widower Mrs. Daisy Werthan, a retired fifth-grade English teacher who makes life difficult for her son Boolie (a stalwart Gaines). When the play opens, Daisy is 72, and a car accident has rendered her all but uninsurable. Boolie's solution is to hire driver Hoke Colburn (Jones). Himself no spring chicken, Hoke immediately proves savvy in his people skills and, crucially, at maneuvering around white folks. But his ultimate test will be "Miss Daisy," who's resistant partly out of prideful denial of her advancing age, partly in fear of the familiarity and intrusion this black man would seem to represent.
In sketches spanning from 1948 to 1973, the play depicts Hoke's slow breakdown of Daisy's latent racism and her walls of self-defense to reach detente and something like an arranged marriage. There resides the play's nominal tension: How close can these two come to making a soulful connection as something like equals? There's no mistaking "Driving Miss Daisy" as anything but a lean play, and its comfort zone is almost sit-comedic, coming to life most often in the odd-couple back-and-forths between Daisy and Hoke. As a white man, Uhry accepts the limitation of his perspective, telling the story from the privileged perspective of the Werthans.
Being the great actor that he is, Jones takes this as a proper challenge, imbuing his character with his well-known booming voice but also with subtleties of conflicted feelings. His Hoke is clearly a moral man, but also one who has chosen optimism not only as a survival tactic for being around white folks but for living life. Jones' genius is in occasionally cluing us in that it's not a one-time choice, but one that he must make over and over again, and not easily.
Lansbury's performance may be a bit broader, but it's no less satisfying, from the verbal railroading that establishes Daisy to her reactions to benign attacks on her equilibrium and, eventually, her physical and mental diminution. The old Dame has impeccable comic timing and control of her instrument, and there's a beautiful refinement to how she delineates Daisy's softening, for better and worse, into second childishness.
Esbjornson's production skillfully moves from scene to scene while providing a bit of scale to the staging. Five cameras unobtrusively capture it all. Here's a terrific gift for American theater lovers who can't just hop a plane to Melbourne to see the 87-year-old Lansbury play Miss Daisy opposite the 82-year-old Jones: For a fraction of a Broadway ticket price, Broadway Near You offers front-row seats.
Not rated. One hour, 26 minutes.
— Peter Canavese
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